Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.